My first Dog

This story is about me having a first dog when I was seven years old at my grandma's house.

I remember my grandmother buying me a dog for the first time when I was seven years old. When I first saw him at my grandma's house he was a cute brown puppy. His name was Mitch. I loved playing with mitch at my grandma's house. I used to sleep with him on the bed and the couch as well. Mitch also used to love to play with his chewy toy that my grandmother brought for him. Everytime I went with my father outside we would take mitch out for a walk and allow him to use the bathroom. When the other dogs would pass by and see mitch outside they would bark. The owners had them on the leech so they couldn’t bother mitch at all. One morning as I was headed to go home from my grandmother's house me and my father decided to take mitch home with us. So we found a red bucket to put mitch in when he was riding in my Dad's car. Once we arrived home that morning I couldn’t wait for mitch to see the house and see my room. But my father suggested that he stayed on the back porch of the house so that he doesn't take a chance on running out of the house. I was a little bit upset over that decision but I had to listen to what my father said. But at the end of the day I still loved mitch and was happy that he came home with us.